I still don't like you, Stephen Harper! Hear my whiny little uninformed single-vote voice!
I guess I feel better. I still have to get myself back to a proper sleeping schedule otherwise I really am going to turn into that guy from the movie Falling Down. I have all that huge, long, BORING, type-heavy, ten-kazillion-corrections job done for paying!job! Now I get money. I like this part. It makes up for the ages of messing with hyphens and crap, trying to forcefit the square peg of this asshole nice client's copy into an elegant rounded hole.
I am proofreading Still Waters chapter eleven. I have fixed this chapter by slicing it in half, so no nookie this chapter after all. I wonder if people are going to yell at me in reviews because omg no smex yet?!!! Conversely, maybe they will yell because omg this character (you know which one) would never evar do that!!!! Like no eighteen year old ever got involved in some lustful groping/making out when it wasn't strictly a good idea. I dunno. I fail to appreciate that the point of fanfiction is to have fun! To write for kicks! To not worry about this shit! Yeah. Oh well, I'll just have more coffee, 'cause that solves all my problems lately. Ooooh.. look, there's a big fight in Parliament. Am I too late to hit cbc.ca and catch the film of the Liberal party booing Stephen Harper on the National? You know, speaking of which...
Right now, She Who Must Be Obeyed (my mom) and The Alpha Of The Universe (my dad) are driving up the Whitehorse for some Alberta oilpatch thing where they are going to have dinner with (omg!) the governor general and the prime minister!
Like, cool. I didn't want to come not that I'm invited, ha ha, I'm just the whiny kid of oilpatch bigshot because I can't figure out if disliking Harper's politics means that I dislike him or what. Would I feel icky being in the same room with him? I mean, hell.. I'm as big of a mouthy little punk-goth as the next counter-culture brat, but I'm not going to mouth off at a guy who's twice my age and- definitely- smarter and more accomplished. Still don't like his politics. But, meh. I couldn't go with this guy in a policy debate or anything. It's his area of expertise. I'm just a whiny artist. What's the phrase? 'With a scowl and a bit of attitude.'
I will post details of dinner when She Who Must Be Obeyed calls to give me hell about my VISA bills comes back into town. I'm terribly curious.
Addendum:
Yesterday while buying my drugs MOAR CAFFEINE, the musak was playing 'Into the Mystic'. BUT. It was not Van Morrison singing it. It was some fairly anonymous faux soulful James Blunt-type singer. Oh, god, I hope it wasn't John Mayer, I have such a hate-on for fucking John Mayer. If he's fucking with Van Morrison songs and making them all icky and yuck, I don't know what I'll do, I'll pop a music snob blood vessel or something. Woe!
And actually, I really don't like James Blunt either. He sees a woman's face and suddenly he's in love with her and wah-wah-wah-you'll-never-be-with-me? Uh.. maybe she'd rather be with the guy she's with rather then some freak who decides she's his soulmate based upon the shape of her ass and what her face looks like? Twit. Anyway, some guy like that was screwing up the song. Badly. Geez. No one can do Van but Van! Dammit. See, I am a fangirl. I fangirl all over for musicians. I pour all my fan irrationality over HERE! NO ONE GETS TO SING VAN SONGS BUT VAN BECAUSE EVERYONE ELSE MESSES THEM UP.
I was thinking earlier that since I enjoy Fandom_Wank and I am definitely a wanker, I will- karmatically speaking- have to be written up on that site sooner or later. I was thinking for a while that it might be for some future dust-up over my webcomic, since webcomics are just supremely wanky. Then I saw a wank-in-progress over in ninjashow!fandom and figured.. yup, my wank number's up. This is it.
But NO. I will end up wanking in a music fandom! Mark my words. I can't fangirl writers or artists properly. It's like sausage-making, I know too much about the grisly process. But music is totally free and clear and mysterious to me- totally magical. I know nothing about it. So I am a prime wanker for this. I was just thinking the other day that Phil Collins really did suck after the mid-80s. I wonder if it's not too late for me to join the uber-wank that is Genesis fandom. Wooooo!
I am proofreading Still Waters chapter eleven. I have fixed this chapter by slicing it in half, so no nookie this chapter after all. I wonder if people are going to yell at me in reviews because omg no smex yet?!!! Conversely, maybe they will yell because omg this character (you know which one) would never evar do that!!!! Like no eighteen year old ever got involved in some lustful groping/making out when it wasn't strictly a good idea. I dunno. I fail to appreciate that the point of fanfiction is to have fun! To write for kicks! To not worry about this shit! Yeah. Oh well, I'll just have more coffee, 'cause that solves all my problems lately. Ooooh.. look, there's a big fight in Parliament. Am I too late to hit cbc.ca and catch the film of the Liberal party booing Stephen Harper on the National? You know, speaking of which...
Right now, She Who Must Be Obeyed (my mom) and The Alpha Of The Universe (my dad) are driving up the Whitehorse for some Alberta oilpatch thing where they are going to have dinner with (omg!) the governor general and the prime minister!
Like, cool. I didn't want to come not that I'm invited, ha ha, I'm just the whiny kid of oilpatch bigshot because I can't figure out if disliking Harper's politics means that I dislike him or what. Would I feel icky being in the same room with him? I mean, hell.. I'm as big of a mouthy little punk-goth as the next counter-culture brat, but I'm not going to mouth off at a guy who's twice my age and- definitely- smarter and more accomplished. Still don't like his politics. But, meh. I couldn't go with this guy in a policy debate or anything. It's his area of expertise. I'm just a whiny artist. What's the phrase? 'With a scowl and a bit of attitude.'
I will post details of dinner when She Who Must Be Obeyed calls to give me hell about my VISA bills comes back into town. I'm terribly curious.
Addendum:
Yesterday while buying my drugs MOAR CAFFEINE, the musak was playing 'Into the Mystic'. BUT. It was not Van Morrison singing it. It was some fairly anonymous faux soulful James Blunt-type singer. Oh, god, I hope it wasn't John Mayer, I have such a hate-on for fucking John Mayer. If he's fucking with Van Morrison songs and making them all icky and yuck, I don't know what I'll do, I'll pop a music snob blood vessel or something. Woe!
And actually, I really don't like James Blunt either. He sees a woman's face and suddenly he's in love with her and wah-wah-wah-you'll-never-be-with-me? Uh.. maybe she'd rather be with the guy she's with rather then some freak who decides she's his soulmate based upon the shape of her ass and what her face looks like? Twit. Anyway, some guy like that was screwing up the song. Badly. Geez. No one can do Van but Van! Dammit. See, I am a fangirl. I fangirl all over for musicians. I pour all my fan irrationality over HERE! NO ONE GETS TO SING VAN SONGS BUT VAN BECAUSE EVERYONE ELSE MESSES THEM UP.
I was thinking earlier that since I enjoy Fandom_Wank and I am definitely a wanker, I will- karmatically speaking- have to be written up on that site sooner or later. I was thinking for a while that it might be for some future dust-up over my webcomic, since webcomics are just supremely wanky. Then I saw a wank-in-progress over in ninjashow!fandom and figured.. yup, my wank number's up. This is it.
But NO. I will end up wanking in a music fandom! Mark my words. I can't fangirl writers or artists properly. It's like sausage-making, I know too much about the grisly process. But music is totally free and clear and mysterious to me- totally magical. I know nothing about it. So I am a prime wanker for this. I was just thinking the other day that Phil Collins really did suck after the mid-80s. I wonder if it's not too late for me to join the uber-wank that is Genesis fandom. Wooooo!